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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.