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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.