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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.