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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.