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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.