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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.