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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
a-ha,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.