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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.