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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Deakin,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.