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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.