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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.