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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.