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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Skriet,
The Names,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.