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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.