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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
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Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.