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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Nas,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.