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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Quantec,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Brick,
The Fall,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.