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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
the Association,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.