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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Television,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.