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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.