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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.