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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.