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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Wings,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.