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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
cv313,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.