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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.