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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.