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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.