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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.