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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.