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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.