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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.