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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.