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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.