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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.