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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.