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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.