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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
X-101,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.