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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.