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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.