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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.