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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.