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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.