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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.