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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.