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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Scion,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.