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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.