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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.