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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Index,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.