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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Fear,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.