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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.