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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The Index,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.