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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.