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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.