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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.