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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.