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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 L. Decosne 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.