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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.