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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Television,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.