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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.