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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.