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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Mars,
Fear,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.