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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.