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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Can,
Interpol,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.