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 Poland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.