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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.