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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.