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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.