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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.