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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.