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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.