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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 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 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
AZ,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.