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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.