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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.