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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.