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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.