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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.