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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.