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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Television,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.