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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.