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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.