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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.