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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.