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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
ABC,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.