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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.