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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.