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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.