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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fear to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.