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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.