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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.