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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.