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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.