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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.