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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.