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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.