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 Malta 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.