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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.