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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.