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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.