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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
10cc,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.