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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.