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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.