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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
John Cale,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.