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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.