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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.