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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.