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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.