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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.