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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Wings,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.