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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.