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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.