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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.