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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
DNA,
New Order,
the Germs,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.