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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.