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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.