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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.