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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.