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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.