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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.