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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.