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 Congo 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.