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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.