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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.