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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.