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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.