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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.