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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Names,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.