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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.