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 Iran 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.