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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.