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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.