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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.