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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Human League,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.