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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.