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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.