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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.