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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.