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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 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 Tim Buckley 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.