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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
AZ,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.