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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.