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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.