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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.