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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.