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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.