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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.