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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.