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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.