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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.