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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.