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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.