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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Index,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.