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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.