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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.