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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.