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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.