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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Index,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.