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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monks to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Wire,
Ossler,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Index,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.