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 France and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.