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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.