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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
MDC,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.