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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.