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 Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.