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 Israel 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.