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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.