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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.