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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.