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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.