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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Q65,
Cluster,
Organ,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.