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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.