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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.