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 Iran 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Index 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.