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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.