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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wake to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.