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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.