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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.