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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Smog,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.