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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
the Association,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.