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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.