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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.