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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.