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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.