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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.