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 India and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.