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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
cv313,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
UT,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.