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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.