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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.