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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Q65,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.