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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Ossler,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.