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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.