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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.