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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.