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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
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Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.