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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Germs,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.