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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.