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 Namibia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.