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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.