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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.