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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.