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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.