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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Q65,
Nico,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.