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 Belize 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Excepter,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.