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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
UT,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.