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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Wings,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.