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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.