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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.