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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.