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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.