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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.