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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Can,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.