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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.