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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Television,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.