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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.