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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.