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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
JFA,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.