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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.