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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
New Order,
Darondo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.