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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Monks,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.