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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.