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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.