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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.