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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.