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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.