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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.