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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.