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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.