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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Little Man,
X-102,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.