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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.