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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.