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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.