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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.