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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.