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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.