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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
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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.