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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.