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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Can,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.