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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.