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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Swans,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.