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 France and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.