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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.