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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.