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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.