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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Swans,
Ludus,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Index,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.