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 Chad 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.