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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.