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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.