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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.