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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.