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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.