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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Organ,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.