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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.