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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.