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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.