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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Chrome,
X-101,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.