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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.