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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Fear,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.