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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.