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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.