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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.