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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.