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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.