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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.