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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Qualms,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.