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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.