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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.