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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.