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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.