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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.