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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.