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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.