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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 American Breed,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.