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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.