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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.