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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.