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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.