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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.