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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.