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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.