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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.