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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.