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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.