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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.