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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.