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 Belize and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.