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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 the Association 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.