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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.