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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.