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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.