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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Slits 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.