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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.