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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
New Order,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.