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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.