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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Fear,
Can,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.