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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.