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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.