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 Poland and from London.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.