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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.