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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Move 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Crime,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.