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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.