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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.