Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Nas,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.