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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.