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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.