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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Names,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.