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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.