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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Franke,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.