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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.