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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.