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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.