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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.