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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.