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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.