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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.