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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.