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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.