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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
X-101,
Ten City,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.