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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.