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 Malta 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Q65,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.