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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Jandek,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.