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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fire Engines to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.