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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.