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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Index,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.