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 Albania 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.