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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.