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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.