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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.