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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.