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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.