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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.