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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.