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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.