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 Romania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.