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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.