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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Nico,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.