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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.