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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.