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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Magazine 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.