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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.