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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.