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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.