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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
June Days,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.