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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.