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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.