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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.