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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Slave to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.