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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.