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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
PIL,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.