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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.