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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
June of 44,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.