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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.