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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.