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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.