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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Nico,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.