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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.