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 Angola 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.