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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.