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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Martian,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.