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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.