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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.