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 India and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.