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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.