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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
the Slits,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.