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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.