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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.