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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.