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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.