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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Scion,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.