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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.