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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.