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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.