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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Fear,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.