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 Netherlands 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.