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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Gong,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.