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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.