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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.