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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.