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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Scientists 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.