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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.