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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.