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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Index,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.