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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.