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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.