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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.