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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.