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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.