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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.