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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.