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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Slave,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.