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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.