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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.