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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Qualms,
CMW,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.