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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.