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 Japan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s 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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.