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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.