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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.