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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Television,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.