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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.