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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Television,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.