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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.