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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.