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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Can,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.