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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.