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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.