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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.