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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.