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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.