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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.