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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Ludus,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.