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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.