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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Babytalk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.