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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.