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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.