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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.