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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.