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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.