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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.