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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.