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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.