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 Benin and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.