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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
PIL,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.