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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.