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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.