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 El Salvador 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.