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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.