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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.