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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.