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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.