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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.