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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.