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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.