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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.