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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.