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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.