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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABC to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.