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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.