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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.