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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
PIL,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Joy Division,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.