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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.