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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.