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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.