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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.