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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.