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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Fall,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.