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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.