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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.