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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.