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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
ABC,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.