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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.