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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.