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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.