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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.