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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.