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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Interpol,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.