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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Index to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.