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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.