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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.