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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Residents to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.