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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.