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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.