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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.