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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.