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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.