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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.