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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.