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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Smiths to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.