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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.