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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.