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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.