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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.