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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.