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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 Cairo and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.