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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.