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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.