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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.