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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.