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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.