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 Nepal 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.