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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.