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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.