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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.