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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.