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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.