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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.