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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.