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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.