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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.