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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.