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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Wings,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.