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 Libya 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks 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?
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.