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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.