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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.