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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Grauzone,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.