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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.