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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.