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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Niagra,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.