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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.