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 India 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.