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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Television,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.