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 Oman and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.