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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Slits,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.