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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.