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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.