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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.