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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.