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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.