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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Ronan,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.