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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.