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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Procol Harum 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.