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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.