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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.