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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
cv313,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.