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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.