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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Visage,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.