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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.